Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that brother D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him a Public Enemy, man

Now remember line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them know what goes on, what on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper shot down from the that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the
The of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is I choose an' I use, I never lose to a team
I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls have my photo

Run in their and hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

Take this application of like these
My rap's red hot, 110
So don't start bassin', I'll placin'
Bets on You'll be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a beatin' my rhymes
A time for a crime I can't find
show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you to battle
It's like havin' a but you got no paddle
I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I all laws

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
me the juice that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, poetry sayer

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start prayer
This to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just admit you

You just got a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' football teams water
You messed with the master, to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, made you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker MCs, you get me pissed
It's no fun on the run
they got me, Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, you know?
I got a of a force to back me up
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we have us, so you're
Wanna hear it again? We got a
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us
To make all the ladies
But it's the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
said, "Stop, freeze", I got froze up
Because I'm Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, liars and cheap
Your up wires are always startin' fires
You grown up criers, now here's a pair of
Get a job your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, father fixes tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as good

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's you gotta do
You gotta tell them like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These brothers around, hard headed

get a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, they try to bring you with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
Who's who in the world of

You gotta let 'em know that this is the
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the story
That's the way the story goes